Lovesong to the Coming Storm

she holds up the sky with one streetlight hand,

clutches your heart in the other. too dark
to make out fragile, handle with care, and so she

tears you apart before you can taste
the power outage. kisses you back together,

sky-stuff on her lips and then on yours.
her footsteps give rhythm to the thunder, and

you love her louder than this neon-screaming night,
so deep your bones ache with lightning song.

she is teaching you how to spin synthetic starlight.
she is dragging you headfirst into a rebellion named joy.

she is slow dancing with you on the outskirts
of a city sleeping off one too many heartbreaks,

and all you know is her and the sky, her and the sky,
her and the sky, her and the sky, her and the sky, her

and the endless singing sky.

Topaz Winters is a writer in a raining city. Her poetry, essays, & fiction have been published in Wildness & Winter Tangerine, profiled in The Huffington Post & Cicada Magazine, & commended by the Scholastic Art & Writing Awards & the National YoungArts Foundation, among others. She is the author of Heaven or This (2016) & Monsoon Dream (Platypus Press, 2016), & at 17, she is the youngest Singaporean ever to be nominated for the Pushcart Prize. She was born in 1999 & resides at At this moment she is learning of California poppies, the difference between warm milk & forgetting, & how magic behaves in times of desperate measure.

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